That huge speck of brightness

Here is my postion
I lounge over on the window sill
a cup of warm tea in my hands
late afternoon, in the warm breeze.

The white strands of hair blowing in the wind
is what appears from the top of my tea cup
the dark-yellow speck on the brown surface
a reflection of the late evening sun, down with a slurp.

The white-as-snow newspapers tun all yellow and orange
No, I haven't spilled any thing on them!!
It's that mischievous red show-off
Preparing for a nice nap with his flames.

There returns old and weary mamma chirp,
bringing in all that she could for her kin
It seems they respect that red snob quite much,
for they do all their daily chores with him.

But he's retreating now, retreating to his home,
what would we possibly do without him anymore?
Though its true I was quite irritated by his blinding rays
But he was the one who brought us light during dark days.

But he usually lends some of his light to common friends
so that even in darkness, we shall not bend.
Oh no, he isn't going away forever
He wouldn't leave us; never.